conuly

1. The reason I never believed in Santa is NOT my pragmatic streak *modest bow* but instead the fact that my dad was Santa... it kinda ruins the illusion when all the little kids on the block, all year round, come running up yelling "Papa Natali! Papa Natali!" when they see your dad. He had the long white hair and beard and everything. I'm *not* joking or exaggerating.

2. The actual reason I'm posting, I just realized something as I watched The Princess Bride... Michael and Aaron show a remarkable resemblence to Prince Humperdink! Except younger, cuter, and not evil. You see it most in the smile.... Seriously, I saw that and said "is Aaron in this mov... oh dear god." So now you know more about Michael than he's too smart, too grown-up, and too gradegrubbing for his own good.

He's also too geeky. He's the only person I know besides me who can get all the way up to "Brutus is an honorable man" in Marc Antony's soliloquy...

ANYway, it is three thirty. Time for me to go beddybye. Night all! Djusk' a!